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Aaron, Fannie | to Mother, Father, and Pete, 1920 February 22

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February 22, 1920.

Dear Mother, Father, and Pete:

Seven letters from the family is not a bad number to receive in one mail.

I did considerable loafing yesterday, and finished all my topic except writing the conclusion.

I certainly was sorry to hear the bad news about Aimee. It is too bad.

I know the Rosenbaum of whom you speak, Pete. She has more than Ethical Culture written on her face. She lives in Mian.

Tryouts for the French Club play start Wednesday. I shall try my luck.

We had a math quizz this morning. It was not hard.

I had a very embarassing, also a very annoying thing happen to me yesterday. A Freshman from Josselyn whom I like very much, came up to see me yesterday afternoon. In the course of our conversation, we happened to mention a girl who moved out of a double in Raymond to a single in Main. She and her roommate always seemed quite devoted to each other, and I thought it was very funny that she should move out. Her roommate is a Jewish roommate, but even so they always went around together. The girl who was up here volunteered the information that Harriet liked her roommate very much personally, but she realized that her friends were not Doris' friends, inasmuch as Doris was a Jewess. It sounds funny now, but it was not funny when she said it. She seemed waiting for me to assent, and I felt duty-bound to tell the girl that I was one of those people who have horns, too; (I did not use those words, though). She was very fussed, and patched it up as well as she could. Good heavens, people must be stupid. They certainly ought to be able to tell by looking at me, and certainly by my name. It is funny now, it was most annoying then.

Otherwise there is nothing new.


I spoke to Dr. Baldwin today. She will arrange for me to have the treatment Dr. F. wants. It will take at least two hours every day. I certainly hope it will do me some good--nothing else has. He is writing a letter asking to have me excused from gym. This twice daily affair will absolutely keep me away from the girls all the time. No wonder I don't get to know people as well and as quickly as others.